"Hermione, have you found out anything about that blue box yet?" asked Harry. He had been earnestly waiting for the whole first week at school. He had repeatedly asked Hermione about it, but she had just said she hadn't gotten around to looking in the library for it, all the while not meeting Harry's eyes.
"Harry, I've looked in the whole library, but-" Hermione was cut off by Professor Moody, the new Defense Professor, into whom she stumbled into.
"Watch it there, lassie," grunted Moody.
"Sorry, Professor. Harry, I'm sorry, but I can't find anything about that blue box you saw in the library. The only information I have other than yours is that it's probably a police public call box which were put in London around the late 19supth/sup century. Other than that, nothing," she said meekly, as if ashamed that the library didn't contain the information she needed.
"OK, Hermione, doesn't matter, you win some, you lose some," Harry soothed her.
"Harrumph," Hermione grunted.
Saturday, the day after the arrival of the other schools:
"What?!" screamed Harry, startled.
"Dobby is sorry, but Harry Potter must come with Dobby" Dobby told Harry.
"Dobby! What are you doing here?" asked Harry.
"Dobby works at Hogwarts now, Harry Potter, sir. When Dobby was freed, Dobby got a job at Hogwarts. Dobby is happy at Hogwarts." Dobby said enthusiastically.
"Why are you waking me then?" Harry asked, a bit irritated at being woke at 5 in the morning, on a Saturday.
"Professor Healer asked Dobby to bring Harry Potter sir to Professor Healer's office. Dobby is doing as Professor Healer has told Dobby," Dobby informed Harry.
"Who do you mean by Professor Healer, Dobby? Are you talking about Madame Pomfrey?" Harry asked.
"No, sir, Dobby means Professor Healer," Dobby stated matter-of-factly.
"Well, where is Professor Healer, tell me, I'll get dressed and meet yo-" started Harry, before being cut off.
"Dobby will take Harry Potter sir to Professor Healer himself," said Dobby, before Apparating both of them to Professor Moody's office.
"Ah, there you are Dobby," said the man who was standing in front of Professor Moody's desk.
"Dobby has done as Professor Healer asked and brought Harry Potter sir to him," said Dobby.
"Dobby, how many times do I tell you, it's not Healer, it's Doctor. And thanks for bringing Harry here. You can go now," the man said.
The man was tall, and skinny as hell. He had weird hair, and was wearing a long coat over some Muggle clothes. He seemed Muggle, but spoke like a wizard. A Muggle-born, maybe. However, he seemed quite suspicious, having brought him out of bed so early in the morning. Harry grasped his wand, just in case he needed it.
"Who are you, and why have you brought me here?" Harry asked him, internally afraid, but not wanting to show it.
"Well, Harry, you know me as Professor Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody, and I am here because the Dark Lord sent me here to capture you," the man replied, smirking at Harry.
"What?!" Harry exclaimed, shocked.
"Now, for my real name. Well, not my real name, per se, but the name I usually go by. Hello, Harry. I'm the Doctor," he said, extending his hand, expecting harry to shake his hand.
"Why would I shake your hand? You just admitted that Voldemort sent you to capture me, and you think I'm gonna shake your hand?" Harry asked, angry at Voldemort for continually ruining his life.
"Hey, I said Voldemort sent me here to capture you, not that I was actually gonna capture you," the Doctor replied, trying to ease Harry's nerves.
"Well, tell me, where's the real Moody, then, huh?" Harry glared.
"Well, he's off to vacation, isn't he?" replied the Doctor.
"Explain everything to me, right now," Harry demanded.
"Fair enough. Harry, I am a time traveler, an-" he started, before being interrupted.
"Yeah, big deal, so am I," Harry retorted, sarcastically.
"Yes, yes, I had guessed that," the Doctor replied.
"How can you kn-" Harry began, startled.
"Let me explain, will you? OK, I am time traveler, from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterboros. And to prove that I am what I have said I am, let me ask you. How many hearts does a human have?" the Doctor asked.
"One, of course," Harry replied immediately.
"Check my chest. Two hearts," the Doctor informed him.
Harry approached him cautiously, and felt his chest, and sure enough, there were two heartbeats, two hearts pumping the blood through his veins. He was as alien as Harry was human.
"OK, so you are alien, so where is Moody, and why are you impersonating him?" asked Harry, slowly starting to trust the man, after all, he hadn't harmed him yet, when he could have.
"I'm getting there. My species were known as the Time Lords. They invented time travel. And I mean real time travel. Like going back to the time of the dinosaurs, and all that stuff. They grew TARDISes, spaceships, which also travel in time. I also have a TARDIS, and that was what you saw on the day you left your house. It got stuck as an old police call box, and now, it's still in that shape. Any questions?" he said, smiling.
Harry stood there, dazed for a few minutes, comprehending all he had been told. Then, a question sparked in his mind. "So where is Moody?" he asked.
"Ah, I see. Not to be deterred from the important questions, are we? It seems Voldemort chose a great nemesis. As I said, Moody is on vacation. I'll explain our current predicament in detail. You see, I travel in my TARDIS, usually with friends. Right now, I'm alone, and I was passing by, when I saw got readings of immense levels of psychic energy coming from an area in London. I went to investigate, and lo and behold, I discover a secret society, one which I had never heard any whisper of. Once I found out the extent of the cover-ups, I went into the records, read the newspapers, read the history books. Once I found out about Voldemort, I decided to do something about him. In the records of trials of his followers, I found a doppelgänger of mine. He looked exactly like me, even I can't find out why. His name was Bartemius Crouch, better known as Barty. Actually, there were two Bartys. One's the father, the one you met, and the other was his son, who was a Death Eater. Let's call them Junior and Senior, shall we? So, Senior imprisoned Junior, in Azkaban, and when Junior's mother was dying, she wished to see her son. When they went to prison to meet him, she swapped places for him, taking Polyjuice Potion to swap themselves. With me so far?" the Doctor asked.
"I think," replied Harry, still dazed from all the revelations.
"OK then. Senior took Junior, disguised as his wife, to his home. There, he pretended his wife had died and had a private burial for her, when she had actually died in Azkaban. Now, at home, he kept Junior under the Imperius Curse. It's a highly illegal curse, its use on another human leads to life in Azkaban. He applied it regularly, until, one day, when Junior was watching the World Cup final, under an invisibility cloak, he regained control, and grabbed your wand. He was the one who cast the Dark Mark there, and that's where I captured him. I got all this information from him, under Veritaserum, a truth potion. Then, I learned to channel my psychic abilities, which I've rarely done. I learned how to do what you call magic. Then, Voldemort appeared at my house, somehow having gotten information on Junior's survival. From there, I pretended to be Junior. Voldemort told me to enter you into the Tournament, and make you win, so that, in the end, I could Portkey you to him. Stupid plan, really, but anyway, I told him I would do it. I explained all of this to Mad-Eye. He willingly allowed me to assume his form, taking a vacation in Egypt, where I helped him travel to. I then became the Defense teacher here. Now, I need your permission to enter you into the Tri-Wizard Tournament," he told Harry.
"You what?!" Harry exclaimed.